Feb 27, 2009 00:55
[--THUD.
The blond boy sits up, face settling into a scowl, and pushes his hair out of his face impatiently before looking around, brow already furrowing in thought. He rubs at his bruised backside, grumbling under his breath.]
Can't still be dreaming - that hurt way too much. Where the fuck am I?
teen!mello
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... another one.
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Who are you? Did you bring me here? You're in big trouble if you did.
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[not much of an intruder, leaning against the doorframe lazily.]
It'd be stupid to stay around if I did, anyway.
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Where did you come from, then? Why are you here?
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